Very short drabble about Rory turning 21, and missing her mom. Unlike on the show, she decides to do something about it.

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The clock read 4:03 AM. Lorelai and Rory lay in different beds, different rooms, different houses, different towns as Rory turned twenty-one. Both lay awake, unsure of why this year had to be different than any other year of Rory's life.

Rory got up to get a glass of water and saw her keys downstairs when she did so. She impulsively snatched them up and left the house. In her pajamas, barefoot, at 4:05, she began the drive to the town whose residents knew her better than she knew herself.

Lorelai had fallen asleep but was wakened by the sound of a car in the driveway. It was 4:25. Who could be there at 4:25 in the morning? Her pulse quickened. Could it be Rory? She slipped downstairs and walked into Rory's room. Rory lay in her bed, under the covers, and Lorelai couldn't help but smile at how right the picture looked and felt.

Lorelai lay down next to her daughter, and Rory opened her eyes, pretending to look sleepy. And Lorelai launched into the oft-told story of the start of Rory's life, inwardly over the moon about having her daughter back.